Theodosia Planchette
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Appearance: Theodosia stands at a fairly average, unimpressive height. Her red hair and numerous golden piercings and ornaments are quite eye-catching, although her tendency to glare at people often dissuades a second glance. She wears a number of bright silks and elaborately patterned robes befitting a proper fortune-teller. The twisting, vine-like tattoos on her arms are actually just painted on, a fact that she tries to keep hidden from people.
Skills and Abilities: Theodosia is a trained fortune-teller, gifted with the ability to see through the mists of time and pluck upon the threads of fate...or so she claims. Whether she actually possesses any such skills can be questionable at times, but her knowledge of fortune-telling methods (from cards to ashes to chicken entrails) is unrivaled.
Registered: Mar 28, 2021 21:11:09 GMT -5
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Post by Theodosia Planchette on Feb 18, 2022 23:03:33 GMT -5
Theodosia cursed silently as the demon insisted on modesty for "religious reasons". Were demons even religious? She'd thought that the whole reason for the existence of demons was to tempt people away from the gods. It seemed that this demon didn't seem particularly interested in tempting anyone, though. She accepted the amulet back and put it into a pile with the others, sighing and shaking her head. When Piper revealed that she hadn't anything to pay with, however, Theodosia realized that she hadn't missed out on much at all. A flash of annoyance crossed her face, vanishing in an instant as she composed herself. What sort of person came to buy trinkets without anything to buy them with? Evil demons indeed.
The offer of music was interesting, however. Perhaps having a demon sitting by her little shop and playing music would attract customers. She certainly looked exotic enough, and having her playing music for her would add an air of mystery and mysticism that she thought might be useful. Smiling, she nodded and gestured for Piper to join her on the blanket, picking up the little doll and moving it to her other side away from the proffered spot.
"Music soothes the soul and sharpens the mind," she said, nodding. "I would welcome your skills, devilish one. Tell me, what shall I call you? Come, sit and play. Something exotic, something mysterious. I'll give you this if you sit and play for an hour."
She held up a little circlet, a sort of simple crown made of wire and bits of polished glass. Someone had given it to her the previous week in exchange for a reading, but she'd found that it clashed with her usual jewelry and didn't fit her very well besides.
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The Chesknight
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring, though its powers have been lost to the mists.
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Skills and Abilities: The Chesknight's strength lies in just that: His strength. Strong enough to lift several hundred pounds, and to swing his sword with violent force, he unfortunately lacks reach or speed to keep up with normal humans due to his stubby legs.
He is also a greatly talented swordsman, using his unique style to throw people off-balance. His height and speed, coupled with his enormous strength allows him to fight enemies who must struggle to compensate, and often forget that his blade alone isn't the only component in combat...
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Biography: Despite being one of the notoriously capricious fey, the Chesknight is loyal and taciturn. He's kind and generous to a fault, and finds it difficult to understand humankind. He's trusting, though determined to counter and fight his perceived evils and protect whom he perceives as innocent, typically farms or other workers of the land.
Rescued by the Depravity, he has sworn to protect those aboard to the best of his abilities. Serving as a handyman, guard, and even babysitter when the need arises.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 21:03:12 GMT -5
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Post by The Chesknight on Feb 19, 2022 1:21:35 GMT -5
These festivities may well have been the most colorful the Chesknight had seen yet among the human realm. Waddling across the sandy beach he ducked slightly, avoiding the occasional flailing leg during wild, drunken dancing, trying not to peer too closely at any of the grass skirts which, when waist-height, left much to be desired in the way of modesty. At last he wandered up to Lady Naoki, appearing little more than a rambunctious if perhaps rotund child among the collected humans. Waiting patiently for a lull in her conversation, he approached, waving a hand towards her.
"Captain!" he bellowed, hooking his thumbs into his belt. "It is I! My scouting mission has been quite the success! I'm pleased to say, that one could build upon this island with the abundance of trees and nature." he declared. Then, after a moment of looking at the houses just further along the beach, he considered the relevance of his current information. Had he left for too long? It had only been... hmm...judging by the built houses, the fact that the humans were partying instead of sobbing under tent sails, and the fact that they had clearly been able to manufacture some method of alcohol implied that perhaps his search had been...overzealous.
"This is...ahem, quite embarrassing." he added with some chagrin. "I tend to forget how quickly and with what unity humans seem to move...you've likely already found the healing hot springs as well... I feel quite the fool."
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Whiskers
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: A grey and white cat with piercing blue eyes. He sports a pirate outfit fit for the finest of crews. A large black captain's hat with crossbones, a caution to others. Is he a captain? No one really knows. Whiskers wears a black shirt as soft as cotton. The black sleeves embroidered with gold accents give way to white ruffled sleeve ends. The shirt has a cute white collar that Whiskers prefers to wear up. Did Whiskers dress himself, or has someone put him in it? No one truly knows.
Equipment: Whiskers takes with him a small pouch used to carry fish, papers, and other oddities.
Skills and Abilities: He does cat things since he is indeed a cat. In addition, he does occasionally deliver letters, but he himself is a true and through pirate.
Biography: meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow! meow? MEOW!? Meow meow mrrrrr Meow.
Allegiances: anyone with a can of tuna
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
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Post by Whiskers on Feb 19, 2022 1:33:40 GMT -5
Atop of the Chesknights head lays a grey cat with white marking on his far. The cat and the Chesknight had met at some point during their journey and are bonded together with what one might call, friendship. It is easy to befriend a cat if one has enough fish for the feline. Whiskers wasn't all too picky about his food, just that he knew Chesknight did a good job at giving him nutrients. The two had found a way to communicate with each other. Whiskers was relieved that at least one person would be able to understand him.
Whiskers the cat wears quite the cute pirate outfit, whether it is an official outfit or a costume no one knows. Whiskers is quite the sailor but who knows maybe someone decided he would look cute in an outfit and the cat was never able to take it off since then. Whiskers meows at Lady Naoki his ears perking at the sight of her ears.
"Wow another cat, but tall," he thought. "This lady is a cat lady and she's a captain, she must be quite remarkable" he meowed to Chesknight, to any other passerby Whiskers just seems like a very chatty cat letting out meows and mews.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Feb 19, 2022 8:52:22 GMT -5
Thuratiphel shook his head, helmet still on. "I will have to pass as well. ma'am. I don't need to eat more than occasionally. As for the festivities, while I haven't been here for particularly long, it seems lively enough. I will admit, I am unfamiliar with such endeavors. My aplogies." Thuratiphel was starting to feel the heat under his armor. Not something he had ever had to contend with, but he dare not take his armor off. He was in public after all.
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Piper
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 25
Appearance: Piper stands at 5 feet, has red skin and similarly colored horns that curl in on themselves similar to a Ram. She has wide pupil-less green eyes and long eyelashes. Her Dark Brown hair is long and curly, going down to her mid-back except for her bangs which frame her face. She wears an abundance of red cloths wrapped over each other like someone living in a warmer climate, and from under, a long thin tail sometimes swishes about. With small sharp fangs and just as sharp claws, she has fierce traits in a small package.
While she looks like a healthy adult, the flesh on her chest has eroded away while what was left exposed survives and functions via visibly arcane means. The bones of her ribcage and her lungs are veined with necrotic magic, while her heart glows completely green like a jewel.
Equipment: Traverse Flute
Book of Necromancy
Skull Medallion with green emerald jewels for eyes.
Skills and Abilities: Flautist: She is versed in flute playing, including playing flute for the purposes of arcane channeling.
Necromancy: Arcane manipulation of the dead for the purposes of the living.
Raising the dead: Can raise a body into a mindless thrall.
Requires: Remains, blood sacrifice.
Control Undead: Weak willed undead creatures will fall under the musical control of Piper.
Spirit calling: A subset of necromancy with the focus on calling upon the spirits of the deceased for the purposes of divination, communication and discovery of knowledge.
Requires: Remains of the deceased, or Item from the deceased.
Purification: Can purify curses or remove negative energies and arcane influences.
Requires: Salt, Purified water, Clay statuette effigy.
Blessing: Offers additional protection against dark arcane forces, undead and evil spirits.
Requires: Salt, Purified water.
Biography: Necromancer on a mission to spread the message of the good death.
Allegiances: Death
Place of Residence: N/A
Registered: Jan 27, 2022 16:26:43 GMT -5
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Post by Piper on Feb 19, 2022 9:55:17 GMT -5
Piper smiled wide as the woman took her up on the offer of music, and she looked fairly happy with the offer in exchange for her services. Jewelry was something Piper never really had the luxury to afford, even simple wire and glass. The circlet looked so exotic compared to the styles of the ones back in her homeland. The "Devilish" one gave Theodosia a bow. "I would gladly play for an hour! Call me Piper, your friendly piper." she agreed and walked to the spot Theodosia designated for her. She sat herself down and thought about the request the fortune teller was making. Exotic and mysterious. She mostly knew the songs of her homeland, and the song of the dead. Hopefully either would be mysterious and exotic enough for what she wanted. The infernal musician drew out her traverse flute with just as much enthusiasm as she had on the fishing boat. She brought the instrument to her lips and began to play.
The notes were long deep, airy like walking through a dark smoky room, giving the sense of having to find their way in a maze of handing tapestries while the scent of incense permeated the senses. She played with a lot of trained technique, with a discipline that wouldn't have been apparent on the friendly and upbeat creature. While she played, the green glowing eyes of the skull on her instrument flickered in and out. Occasionally a green smoke-like mist emanated from the musician, perhaps adding to the mystery to a concerning degree.
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Theodosia Planchette
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Appearance: Theodosia stands at a fairly average, unimpressive height. Her red hair and numerous golden piercings and ornaments are quite eye-catching, although her tendency to glare at people often dissuades a second glance. She wears a number of bright silks and elaborately patterned robes befitting a proper fortune-teller. The twisting, vine-like tattoos on her arms are actually just painted on, a fact that she tries to keep hidden from people.
Skills and Abilities: Theodosia is a trained fortune-teller, gifted with the ability to see through the mists of time and pluck upon the threads of fate...or so she claims. Whether she actually possesses any such skills can be questionable at times, but her knowledge of fortune-telling methods (from cards to ashes to chicken entrails) is unrivaled.
Registered: Mar 28, 2021 21:11:09 GMT -5
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Post by Theodosia Planchette on Feb 19, 2022 12:02:40 GMT -5
"Piper the piper," said Theodosia, amused by the thought of someone whose name so perfectly matched their profession. "It seems that you've been fated to play since birth. Perhaps it was destiny that brought you here to play your songs by my side. Sit, make yourself comfortable. Let me do the talking when people come by and let them hear your music."
When Piper pulled out a flute with a glowing skull on the end, Theodosia began to have second thoughts. Would it scare away customers to have her musician playing with an instrument that was so obviously cursed? Maybe, but it was too late to back out now. Besides, perhaps the hint of magic would bring interest, just like the little Gray-doll. The music was good, at least. Dark and mysterious, just the way she liked it. The doll, for its own part, began to dance and bounce to the tune of Piper's song. Before long, the odd pair had attracted a small crowd of people, all interested in seeing the magic doll and the demon musician. Theodosia soon realized that she still had a problem, but the opposite of what she'd thought: the crowd was now more interested in Piper than her. Still, there were ways to profit off of any situation. Ever the entrepreneur, she set out a small basket, which was soon filled with donations of snacks and trinkets and small, useful items.
"The music of the dead calls to you all," she said, gesturing to the flute and beaming at the crowd. "It pulls at you like the tides, a mysterious force that few can recognize and none can resist. Perhaps it is the voice of the lost, calling out to you from beyond the veil. Who among us hasn't lost loved ones to the mists and floods? They still reach out, begging for a last word, a final goodbye. Do you not feel their call in the music? Do you not hear them singing from the demon's haunted flute? Come to my tent, and I can help you exchange your final words with those you've lost. Send them off on their eternal journey without regrets or unfinished business. Let me help you to help them, and bring comfort and closure to all. Appointments only, payment in advance."
As customers began coming to her, Theodosia began taking appointments for seances in a small notebook. This had been a good idea after all. She hadn't lost her touch, it seemed. Turning to Piper, she smiled, this time with genuine warmth.
"Keep playing, my friend," she said. "This truly is our lucky day."
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Feb 20, 2022 2:39:33 GMT -5
Listening to Sylvanie and then to Thuratiphel, Lady Naoki nods. Being addressed as ‘Miss Lady Naoki’ is a new one that she’ll have to add to the list, and she smiles, seemingly pleased that they seem to be enjoying the festivities. Luck would have it that these are the two individuals — perhaps on the entire beach — who would refuse a plate of fine roasted meat, but no matter. Naoki passes one tray off to a passing page but retains the other.
“Lively enough,” she repeats, chuckling. “I’d hope so. Though, I daresay, you’re a bit overdressed.” With one finger, she singles out Thuratiphel, such as he is, clad in seven feet of steel. It’s not that she’s underdressed, oh no, it’s that he’s overdressed. “You should at least slide into one of these wonderful grass skirts,” she suggests, bumping her hips to one side to show how the grass sways.
It is then that Lady Naoki is approached by none other than the venerable Chesknight, who Naoki hasn’t seen since Landfall. Privately, she’d written him off as gone, but here he is, months later, looking right as rain!
“Chesknight!” Naoki gestures broadly by way of greeting and angles one ear to listen to him. One eyebrow quirks at the mention of the ‘healing hot springs’ and she shakes her head: no, they’ve not found those.
“I shouldn’t think so — we’ve been hard at work. I should like to hear of your mission in full sometime soon, then, including the location of these springs. And, I see you’re to blame for running off with that handsome cat.”
Taking a modestly sized slab of boar from the plate, Naoki offers it on the end of a fork, for Whiskers to take or for Chesknight to take and give to Whiskers.
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The Chesknight
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring, though its powers have been lost to the mists.
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Skills and Abilities: The Chesknight's strength lies in just that: His strength. Strong enough to lift several hundred pounds, and to swing his sword with violent force, he unfortunately lacks reach or speed to keep up with normal humans due to his stubby legs.
He is also a greatly talented swordsman, using his unique style to throw people off-balance. His height and speed, coupled with his enormous strength allows him to fight enemies who must struggle to compensate, and often forget that his blade alone isn't the only component in combat...
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Biography: Despite being one of the notoriously capricious fey, the Chesknight is loyal and taciturn. He's kind and generous to a fault, and finds it difficult to understand humankind. He's trusting, though determined to counter and fight his perceived evils and protect whom he perceives as innocent, typically farms or other workers of the land.
Rescued by the Depravity, he has sworn to protect those aboard to the best of his abilities. Serving as a handyman, guard, and even babysitter when the need arises.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 21:03:12 GMT -5
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Post by The Chesknight on Feb 20, 2022 14:32:11 GMT -5
It didn't take a human eye to see Captain Naoki had perhaps had a bit much to drink, yet at least she seemed to be enjoying herself. It was a far sight better to see the humans rejoice when just a short while ago they had all but been lost to despair. Taking the meat from the fork he gave Naoki a nod of appreciation, giving it to Whiskers. Once satisfied they had at least set up a more appropriate time to discuss his findings the Chesknight excused himself, seeing her much larger and more armored subjects clambering for her attention.
"He has ben quite the worthy companion," the Chesknight agrees. "He is undeniably taken with you, in fact from what he's saying! I will leave you to your festivities if I may, and I would be happy to discuss my findings at a later date!" with that, the Chesknight bowed as deeply as his expansive belly would allow, waddling away back into the crowds. Reaching up he stroked Whisker's cheek with a thick forefinger.
"Shall we partake in some drink, Captain Whiskers?" he asked, heading towards the bar.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Feb 20, 2022 15:02:29 GMT -5
As Naoki turned to talk to Chesknight, Thuratiphel posed a question to Sylvanie.
"Do you really think I'm overdressed? Should I take off the armor?"
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Whiskers
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: A grey and white cat with piercing blue eyes. He sports a pirate outfit fit for the finest of crews. A large black captain's hat with crossbones, a caution to others. Is he a captain? No one really knows. Whiskers wears a black shirt as soft as cotton. The black sleeves embroidered with gold accents give way to white ruffled sleeve ends. The shirt has a cute white collar that Whiskers prefers to wear up. Did Whiskers dress himself, or has someone put him in it? No one truly knows.
Equipment: Whiskers takes with him a small pouch used to carry fish, papers, and other oddities.
Skills and Abilities: He does cat things since he is indeed a cat. In addition, he does occasionally deliver letters, but he himself is a true and through pirate.
Biography: meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow! meow? MEOW!? Meow meow mrrrrr Meow.
Allegiances: anyone with a can of tuna
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
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Post by Whiskers on Feb 20, 2022 17:05:17 GMT -5
Whiskers sits up in attention after hearing Lady Naoki call him handsome. He puffs out his chest in confidence, he sure is a handsome cat that's right! Chesknight holds up a piece of smoked pork for him to try, he gladly takes it chowing down on this nice fatty slab of pig.
He runs down the short length of Chesknight's body to show his appreciation by rubbing his furry body against the legs of Naoki. His purrs can be loudly heard by those close by. His rubbing and purring stop when Chesknight starts walking elsewhere to participate in other festivities. He squats down on his hind legs to then spring up and land on Chesknights shoulder. "No need to be so formal, I am no captain mister knight. I would love a drink I wonder if they will serve warm milk" Whiskers meows.
Whiskers being a cat have never had the luxurious experience of tasting real alcohol and he doubts this place will have feline-friendly alcohol. The closest he's come to "drunk" is munching on too much of that darn tooting good catnip
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Feb 22, 2022 14:35:52 GMT -5
Sylvanie turned to look at Thuratiphel, looking him up and down. “Uh, maybe just a little?” She told him, hand moving in a ‘maybe’ type of gesture. “Go put on a grass skirt! That’s what everyone else has on.” She gestured to the crowd of people gathered, most clothed in the plant based attire.
In doing her quick gesture along the beach, she spotted a strange bar in the distance, with people seeming to try and duck under it. She jumped up and down slightly in excitement. “Oooh, that looks like fun!” She said, seeing that Naoki was now preoccupied with this cute little chestnut man and seemed like she was likely done talking to the faeschild. She turned back to Thuratiphel. “I’m gonna go check it out!” She told him, running off towards the activity before he would likely have a chance to respond.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Feb 22, 2022 18:30:35 GMT -5
Thuratiphel took Sylvanie's urging in stride, removing his armor piece by piece. His helmet fell first, sinking into the sand. It would reveal his short cropped hair, and pure white eyes, indicative of his blindness.Then he removed the arms and his breastplate. this would reveal his impressive musculature, along with the nasty scar of a 8 pointed star of varying ray lengths, along with a pair of circles in the middle. Seemingly having been branded. He removed the lower parts and legs, revealing his white skirt and bare legs, as muscular and as well formed as the rest of him.
Combined with his 7-8 foot stature, he cut quite the figure.
"i suppose this should be appropriate." He said aloud to noone in particular.
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Mikele
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 31
Equipment: Although she dresses in leather and thick hemp whenever she likes to feel that she is charge, she also wears cedar fiber clothing and wooden llamelar armor pieces for protection. She is skilled with slingshots and stone clubs/axes. She believes her ancestors invented the tiller version of the macuahuitl. Metal weapons make her a little uncomfortable.
Skills and Abilities: Highly adept craftswoman and forager. Decent leadership ability. Possesses a guardian spirit of her own, although it is not nearly as powerful as Cuate and is more akin to a family shrine spirit. She must pray and make a small offering each morning in order to summon it and invoke its power for the day.
Biography: Mikele is, timeline wise, the oldest survivor of the Imilla clan (thus far), having lived a few generations before the founding of Isra. Mikele herself is highly pragmatic and adaptable, though she shares with her clan the love of her people and sees herself as their ancestor and protector.
Mikele is attempting to stylize herself as the Imilla's second-in-command when Coatl is not around. As the weeks and months progress, she has even started dressing like him.
Mikele is a mother to a young boy named Itzal, who is fiercely independent but also a serious handful as he often gets into trouble.
Registered: Jan 2, 2022 18:13:44 GMT -5
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Post by Mikele on Feb 24, 2022 19:10:14 GMT -5
"Ey that's the spirit."
A hand quickly pat Thuratiphel's shoulder. The hand belonged to a slender, muscular woman with sharp facial features and straight black hair. She was dressed... appropriately, with linen and leather wraps around her bosom and a cedar fiber skirt. She was adorned with jade jewelry, and was accompanied by a flame spirit sitting on her shoulder, a small predatory bird.
She came around to Thuratiphel's front side and extended a hand in friendship. "Mikele, back-up leader of the Imilla Tribe and general problem solver."
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Feb 24, 2022 19:30:16 GMT -5
"Ey that's the spirit." A hand quickly pat Thuratiphel's shoulder. The hand belonged to a slender, muscular woman with sharp facial features and straight black hair. She was dressed... appropriately, with linen and leather wraps around her bosom and a cedar fiber skirt. She was adorned with jade jewelry, and was accompanied by a flame spirit sitting on her shoulder, a small predatory bird. She came around to Thuratiphel's front side and extended a hand in friendship. "Mikele, back-up leader of the Imilla Tribe and general problem solver." Thuratiphel was surprised at the woman's... openness? He supposed was the word. Few were unintimidated enough to approach him. Regardless, he took her hand, and gave a polite kiss on the back of it as he had been taught. "Thuratiphel, the condemned. A pleasure ma'am."
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Karen Lassenger
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 27
Appearance: Karen as she insists on being called, is a large plush constrictor lamia, with an upper human half that's almost elvish in appearance.
Her hair is a lovely light blonde, and there are hints of dyed pink at the ends from before the Event. Her face is typically always smiling and her eyes are a warm hazel.
She can typically be found wearing white nursing gear, and a she carries a plethora of medicine, medical gear, and plenty of needles.
Equipment: Karen carries a very large backpack, with the snake equivalent of cargo shorts on her tail. She carries all of her medical supplies on her person in her backpack and packages on her tail.
She doesn't carry around anything violent, but she has plenty of scalpels and needles that would do in a pinch if she had a violent bone in her body.
Skills and Abilities: Being a constrictor she is very strong in her tail, but she's not exactly the most fit in her upper body.
She does have two fangs in her mouth replacing her canines, but they're not poisonous and they do not do anything besides help eating seeing as she needs one full meal every month minimum.
Most of her vital organs are actually in her tail, which does help stab wounds, but thankfully that has yet to occur.
Biography: She's a traveling doctor and used to travel around the lands and do odd medical jobs in the villages she found while roaming in the outlands.
Registered: Mar 25, 2021 21:03:54 GMT -5
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Post by Karen Lassenger on Feb 25, 2022 9:56:21 GMT -5
Karen Lassenger was tired. She'd been swamped with work, most of it unpaid. There was just so many people coming into the city who needed medical attention, some of them had coin, or food to give her for her services which she greatly appreciated. It had been months since she'd gotten a house, but that really wasn't something to complain about, she'd purposefully waited in her dirt burrow because others had needed it more.
She yawned and looked down at the ground in a daze. Why was she here? Well, mostly just the food, otherwise she'd be sleeping. Vulpin was awful with children, and that essentially left her with them, and that wasn't all that pleasant time wise, but it did have to be done and she had all the qualifications for the work.
It was glaringly obvious that she needed to get more rest, and probably more food. While her species was known for only needing a meal a month, she was extending herself way beyond her caloric intake. For anyone who had known her when she'd first arrived on the ship, they would have noticed that her very plush tail was a lot thinner than it used to be.
However, for all of this, she was now at the front of the line, and now she could have the pork. Through some mercy, it seemed like the servers recognized the very threatening look of hunger in the constrictor's eyes and gave her a nice large serving. Of course, Karen was surprised and looked incredibly happy as she said her thanks and went to curl down somewhere to eat.
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